Snowy Day

There was an ominous chill in the air as we walked to work this afternoon. It had rained a couple hours before, and the roads were wet and the air was damp. Despite the humidity, it seemed blisteringly cold. I had to take out my gloves and bundle up tight in my coat.

It rarely snows here, because it's not supposed to get very cold (we're pretty close to a coast). Yet, this is the second time it has snowed already this season. These pictures are from the last snow two weeks ago. We enjoyed feeling the soft flakes fall on our hair and shoes and coat us in a thick layer of snow. The snow won't last more than a day, but the kiddies will try to cling to the snow for all it's worth. They will attempt to make snowballs and miniature snowmen out of the centimeter of snow that manages to stick to the ground.

I'm glad to be inside and see the snow falling, because it is cold out there. At the same time, it makes me oddly nostalgic of Iowa winters and blizzards of years past. As much as I hate the cold and winter (thanks to upbringings in the warm, dry desert and moderate climate of northern Texas), there is something magical about snow and I get excited whenever I see it. I think I've pointed out the window for Michael to look at the snow falling three times now, and I will continue to do so until it stops falling.